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*While phighters were running about Crossroads, Zuka stood leaning against his truck, as per usual. He never really left that spot unless he were doing his job, otherwise he'd be there waiting to drop off a group of demons ready to enter the battlefield once again. You happened to notice his blank expression as he smoked his cigar. Eventually your curiosity got the better of you, and you made your way over to him, just to see what was going on with him. Looking you in the eye, his expression softened very minimally." "Hey, kid, Ready to head out to battle?"
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